Chapter 15 #2
For a moment, the awareness that we weren’t alone tugged at the edges of my mind, but I shoved it away.
She sank down onto me, making me realize she’d already freed me.
I pulled her close, burying my face between her cleavage, groaning as her walls gripped me, her hips moving in a rhythm meant only for us.
My hand on the toned globes of her ass guided her movements, urging her closer as she moved faster, occasionally leaning down for hot, messy kisses.
The chair creaked in protest, but we ignored it.
Her green eyes darkened, shining with ecstasy, a hint of gold flickering within them.
She arched her back, her head falling back, moans spilling from her lips as I felt her clench around me.
Like a teenage boy, I followed her, eager for the same pleasure she’d taken from me.
She gasped, moaned my name, as I surged into her, her fingers in my hair, her lips at my ear.
She held me as I exploded deep inside of her, clutched at my back as I shuddered beneath her, urging me to take what I wanted with her lips at my ear.
“June,” I groaned her name, gasping as she pulled away to look into my eyes.
She grinned down at me before she collapsed on top of me, giggling as she peppered my face with kisses.
It was over too quickly for my liking. I never thought I’d complain about a quickie, but with her, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
I wanted all of her.
* * *
I never really understood the appeal of watching someone sleep.
Until now.
There was something really serene about it. The whole world was muted, and I wanted it to stay that way. The urge to keep that silence was strong.
A crack of lightning outside the hotel suite window made me realize that the silence was about to be broken, and there was nothing I could do about it.
The Thompson hotel didn’t use cheap interior designers. The walls were thick and laid with luxurious wallpaper that was changed well before it started to look tired. But the walls and windows were not entirely soundproof. Not enough. Not for what was about to happen.
There. The loud sound of the thunder made June fidget ever so slightly. Though it sounded stupid, I couldn’t help but wonder if the thunder sounded louder on the top floors of buildings this high.
June rubbed her half-opened eyes and blinked lazily. “What time is it?”
Supporting my upper body with my elbow, I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“It’s 4:20. Go back to sleep.”
“But I don’t want this night to end.” A yawn took over and she fell back to sleep right away. She had left her hand casually on my upper thigh.
“You want more, princess?” I whispered as I stroked her hair.
After our rather public display of affection, we came up to the suite reserved under the Bennet Medical Group.
It was a complimentary room given by the hotel as a token of appreciation for booking their grand ballroom.
Although, with the connections that June had, she could easily get any room she wanted for free.
However, I couldn’t imagine June doing that.
She would never take advantage of her friends, or their businesses like that.
It was a common practice in business, to use your connections to get things done.
Of course, a little deal here and there that benefited everyone, wasn’t so bad.
That is how we keep the world going round.
I was surprised that the staff that worked the gala had actually used the room.
As we came into the room, frantically touching and kissing each other, we kept bumping into things that were just laying around the room.
We’d tripped over some open boxes, then bags of unknown items, and what looked like extra promotional materials.
There wasn’t any time to rearrange the room. We both wanted to be absolutely naked together, to have more of what we’d had in the ballroom. A lot more. In the end, we had three or four more sessions until June practically dropped dead.
The sex was simple and vanilla. There wasn’t anything overly kinky. Well, apart from some spanking here and there. But I definitely loved every moment of it.
My heart was in it. It wasn’t like all the other times, when I was merely seeking a thrill and the need to get off.
Frankly, it scared me a little. I knew who I was fucking. My best friend’s sister, the one I wasn’t supposed to be fucking around with, unless I was willing to offer her the keys to my castle. And when I called her princess, I meant it. Every single time.
I wandered into the mini bar area and found a fridge.
A full-sized, fully stocked refrigerator, apart from raw items, which make sense as they didn’t have the facilities to cook in the room.
I settled on a bottle of Perrier then unscrewed the lid.
The fizziness from the water was loud in the quiet room.
It wasn’t something I usually noticed. The chaos in my head wouldn’t allow me to notice the little things in life.
Then the rain started. That was something I did notice, every now and then. I enjoyed the gentle sound of rain, even when it came as a heavy downpour.
“Water seems like a great idea.” Her voice startled me. It was still sleepy and tired.
I turned to see her right behind me, a sleepy smile on her face.
“Did I wake you?” I asked, brushing hair back from her face.
“No. Well, kind of.”
“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t sorry that I was feeling. But I did feel guilty for not letting her rest more.
“Well, I’m not.” She snatched the bottle from my hand and sipped. “That felt nice. I love the taste of fizzy water.”
I tilted her chin and brought her lips to mine.
“Who knew fizzy water could taste so divine.”
“Are you calling me plain and simple?” She pulled her face back from mine.
“No. Of course not.” That wasn’t what I meant at all. Did I say something I didn’t mean to by mistake? I had known that women interpret things differently than men. I’ve never bothered to explain myself to the women I dated – I didn’t give a shit.
Her side glance and a raised eyebrow told me that she’d been joking, but I couldn’t be sure. I couldn’t tell what she was actually thinking anymore.
“I’m just kidding.” June finally said, with a cheeky grin. What a massive relief.
“Phew…”
“But I want you to show me…” She bit her lower lip. Now that totally worked for me. It was so fucking sexy my cock was ready to go again.
The lip biting thing was something I didn’t quite understand before. Why were Americans obsessed with women biting their lower lip? It wasn’t a thing in Asia. Now, seeing June do it, I finally understood.
“Show you what?” I wanted to pretend I knew what she meant but I really couldn’t. But I sure as hell hoped that it had something to do with sex.
“You know…” June leaned back on the fridge and like a magnet, my face followed her, leaving only an inch between us. “I want to know what turns you on.”
A knot formed in my throat. My dick was dangerously close to breaking out of its cage – my boxer shorts.
“You.”
She shook her head, like a schoolteacher disapproving of a lie. I had a feeling that if there was room between her head and the fridge, she would move it further back to punish and starve me from her sweet cherry lips.
“I don’t want the standard answer you give to your dates.” June replied with a pout to those luscious lips as she spoke.
“It’s true.”
“Do you like it rough?” She bit her lower lip again.
“Do you?”
“It was surprisingly arousing when you spanked me.” That didn’t quite answer my question, though I realized that I’d answered her question with a question.
“Did it hurt?” I stroked her soft jawline.
“A little.” She cast her eyes down to the floor, innocently, and somehow, that made me even harder.
“I’m sorry princess.” I wanted to stroke her cheek, but I was too worried it would change the moment. We needed to have this conversation, so I held back.
“But I liked it.” She gave me a pout that sent me to crazy land.
Suddenly I got it. I understood how those silly things like biting their lower lips and pouting, made American men lose their minds. This timid, shy display from her , was fucking beautiful. And suddenly, I couldn’t wait to have her on her knees, or on my table in my playroom.
Her naughty confessions, combined with her lip biting were all she ever needed to turn me on.
The rest were all brownie points. Speaking of brownie points, I could see her starting to move, then I felt her hip dancing, brushing on my painfully hard cock, hungry for the sweet tight pussy that belonged to her.
I lifted her up with one arm. June moved gracefully, like she’d done this before and wrapped her legs around my waist. She was going to let me take her wherever I wanted. And do whatever I wanted to her.
The bed was too far for us right now. The way she settled her lips on my neck, sucking hungrily at a place below my jaw, told me that she agreed with me on this. Reaching for the nearest surface, I put her naked ass on the desk by the window.
Removing my shirt that she’d put on, I could see that she was ready and had been ready for a while. Her pussy was dripping wet, so wet that the sides of her thighs were moist from it. The redness and rawness of her pussy from our last few sessions didn’t stop her from wanting more.
Without wasting another second, I found her folds and thrust so hard that the desk moved a few inches.
“Now we’re talking…” She squirmed as she mumbled those words.
I chased the desk and stroked into her a few more times.
Objects from the desk fell off one by one as my thrusts shook the whole surface.
She clung to the edge of the desk hard to steady herself.
I couldn’t control the need I felt for her, the need to claim her with powerful strokes that kept pushing the desk until it bumped up against the floor to ceiling window.
But our game of chase wasn’t over.
June crawled backward until she was back-to-back with the window, a teasing, inviting smile on her face that I couldn’t resist. I climbed on top of the desk, left knee first, then my right. Then, like the seductress that she was, she climbed on top of my lap and rocked.
I held on to her back as she ground down onto my cock, bringing us closer with each movement she made. Our eyes locked together, and she leaned in to run her tongue along mine before she pressed her plump round breasts into me.
I heard her gasp when I pulled back and cupped her right breast, bending neck to take her nipple into my mouth, sucking at it hard. She moaned a sound then that made my dick grow even harder, harder than I ever thought it could be.
She must have noticed the way my cock swelled inside of her. Her eyes lit up, then she wrapped her arms around my back. Our bodies were tightly fused together as her rock turned into a mix of rocking and bouncing.
She was fucking me. Her movement grew aggressive and faster.
I matched her rhythm thrust for thrust. Then her tight pussy spasmed around me and I knew she was coming.
The way her walls gripped me, the strangled sounds of pleasure she made, sent me over the edge.
I didn’t even care that her nails clawed at my back, I was coming deep inside of the only woman that ever mattered to me, and it was heaven.